"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
06-15-2017, 10:38 PM (This post was last modified: 06-18-2017, 08:44 PM by Nayl.)
She spun the stars on her fingernails
There is a voice, loud, powerful. It rings through the salty air, reverberating through the kingdom as it carries on the coastal wind.
It calls them to her, their Queen. She stands as a solitary gargoyle on the edge of the cliff with her eyes staring down at the shoreline and ocean. For a long while, she is almost lulled into a daze by the calming noises of her home, but then her heart quickens and her eyelids blink. ”Gladiators,” she murmurs to herself, unheard by the masses that converge to the sound of her call.
That’s when the earth shakes. Sand trembles below, shifting and sloshing much like an angry ocean tide during a storm. It flails and flips, and churns. Rocks follow in pursuit to help create a monster. It is the primary display, the attraction to lure them all as a trumpeting roar echoes throughout the land. It beats its hands – paws? Hooves? - against its chest before clawing into the beach. It digs and it reaches, pulling apart their home in front of the caves. The ground quakes underfoot, Nayl’s body shuddering with pride and exertion. A smug grin stretches her lips as she watches everything unfurl.
Then, silence.
Her creature pauses as it takes a few steps back from its own creation. It deepened an area of the beach, lined the walls with rocks, broadened it to allow numbers within, and opened a small passageway for the fighters. It peers up at Nayl then, having finished its work. Another roar, another breeze, and suddenly it crumbles into what it originally was – simply sand and rocks.
”I give you, our arena!” A thin layer of sweat lines her coat, deepening the smoky black into a solid obsidian. With a thread of magic, she forces a large boulder to lift and move to the side, granting passage into the sandy ring. ”And now, our fighters.” A smile and a gleam in her eyes as her pulse quickens excitedly.
Nayl
covet and myrina's creation
So, the gist:
A sand ring has been created with boulder walls to accompany the fights. This actually happens to be good timing because of the points raffle in the Mountain. If you have a stallion that you need points for, feel free to toss him in! Get those posts and points tallied up!
- I do not have strict rules for this. I want this to be fun and to help trigger muse or give a horse some sort of backstory or means of death. I don't want it to be a word-limited, formal battle.
- Since I'm not sure of all who's in this (I know there was quite a bit of interest), reply first with just the PARTICIPANT'S NAME, BRIEF DESCRIPTION, and PURPOSE (practice, trying to live in Nerine/earn keep, death, etc.). At least then we know who is partaking.
THE LAST DAY TO POST THIS WILL BE WEDNESDAY, 6/21/17.
Monday I will post saying that it can begin.
- 2-3 attacks per post
- Defense as needed
- Attack whomever you want, however you want
- Make the post as long or short as you want
- Have fun!
- Once everyone posts stats, I'll post Nayl shutting them in the arena so it can begin. The fight will only last one (1) RL week. Post as often or as little as you want. Doesn't matter if you post only once.
If you have any questions at all, feel free to message me!
